Well, the 13 hour flight was not as bad as I envisioned it—so that's good. Parts of it sucked, but I think I was a good sport about it. I was bored as hell toward the last leg and I only had one album synced offline on my phone via Spotify to listen to, though it was a great one—Elliott Smith's XO—the lack of wifi was a bummer and left me with little choice on what to listen to.
I landed and was awake, alert, and absorbing everything my eyes could take in. I took the Narita express for 1500 yen to Shibuya and met up with Andrew—the main reason why I am even here—and his lovely girlfriend, Chinatsu. We immediately went for drinks and food at an incredible little place that only sat about 15 people. Some more friends of their's joined and we ate and drank some more. We headed to Shimokitazawa and had some Okinawan food and more drinks. Said goodbye to Chinatsu and made one last stop at Andrew's favorite little place in his home of Ōguchi.
Over tired to the gills, I got some sleep.
Layover time—I'm hanging out for three hours in Pearson airport in Toronto. This is definitly one of the nicer airports I have ever been to. It is very clean and streamlined. The signage is gorgeous—a perfect mix of modernism and futurism. Lots of brushed metal and straight lines about (a boot?).
My flight over was as equal parts painless and beautiful. Window seats are always welcome, I have yet to take that view for granted.
I have a feeling when I look back in hindsight in 10 days, my stop over in Pearson will feel like a short lived experience in purgatory before a super nova burst of surrealism and awe washes over my entire being—much like one's first foray into psychedelics. This is just a feeling, mind you. It could all suck. Who is to say?
My journey to Japan begins with an early AM train ride from my new home in Providence to my ever familiar friend, Boston. First—get to Narita. Then, take the train to Shibuya where Andrew-Chan awaits at the statue of Hachiko—Japan's most loyal dog.
In 8 days my cameras and I head to Japan.